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第三卷 幽州乱 第四百二十一章 杀鬼抢宝

Lin Xuan remained calm on the surface, but a faint hope stirred within him. As they say, "Tread upon the threshold and gain without effort," so perhaps today would bring some unexpected fortune.

He still had some understanding of his Qi Control Technique, which allowed him to remain undetected despite their proximity.

Although these cultivators did not belong to the same sect, they were divided into several groups. After the light from their遁光 settled, they exchanged glances before a few leaders gathered atop the mountain peak.

Two men and one woman, both of whom had the highest cultivation levels among them—both at the middle stage of Condensation Core.

Lin Xuan paid extra attention to the female cultivator.

Of course, it wasn't because he was captivated by her beauty. Although she was quite attractive, she certainly didn't stand out as a memorable beauty. What surprised Lin Xuan was that she was a Ghost Dao cultivator. Furthermore, the cultivation technique she practiced must have some anti-aging effects; otherwise, most Condensation Core cultivators would be well over a hundred years old. Yet this woman looked youthful and vibrant, around twenty.

The other two were different. One was tall and imposing, yet his hair was unkempt, exuding an air of unrestrained freedom.

The last one was elderly with an ordinary appearance, dressed in a crimson robe that stood out among them.

After exchanging nods, they began to discuss their plans.

"Refined Lady Ning, is the information truly accurate? The ghostly convoy will pass through here half an hour from now?"

The female cultivator raised her eyebrows and looked disapprovingly at the man with unkempt hair. "Brother Zhou, what do you mean by that? If you doubt my intelligence, feel free to leave."

This woman was indeed a Ghost Dao cultivator; not only was she sharp-tongued but also emitted an aura of chilling coldness around her.

The man with untamed hair hesitated for a moment before showing a wry smile. He seemed to understand the nature of this woman and didn't argue further.

"Alright, Refined Lady Ning, Brother Zhou, let's not quarrel. We must cooperate closely if we want to succeed in this treasure hunt," said the red-robed elder, deftly mediating the situation. "Let's discuss our plans."

As he spoke, his fingers curled and extended, creating a layer of soundproofing protection. He was indeed experienced; his actions were meticulous and smooth, leaving no room for error.

Lin Xuan felt surprised. This move had created significant trouble for him. Although Lin Xuan could force his way to eavesdrop with his powers, doing so might alert the others, making it a risky endeavor he would not easily attempt.

He stroked his chin in thought. From their brief conversation, he gleaned valuable information.

After wandering through the occupied zone for over half a month, he was familiar with its situation. These cultivators intended to kill ghosts and seize treasures.

The yin spirits had taken control of this area, destroying or damaging the spirit veins and mineral deposits, rendering them practically useless to humans. However, not everything was absolute; despite their different cultivation systems, there were some commonalities, particularly as more ghost kings with physical forms emerged, making certain rare herbs useful for them.

There were also the materials needed for forging spiritual artifacts, which yin spirits required to control talismans and other magical items.

Given these needs, the ghosts naturally did not hesitate to plunder various spirit vein sites, transporting valuable goods back to their strongholds.

These resources, beneficial to both humans and ghosts, became highly prized by cultivators. As the saying goes, "Man for money, bird for food," many explorers and treasure hunters in the occupied zone began targeting the ghostly convoys.

It was said that some successfully robbed a convoy and became overnight millionaires, amassing resources worth an entire medium-sized sect. The number of crystals beyond count.

Others naturally grew envious and followed suit, leading to constant conflict between humans and yin spirits for personal gain rather than driving them away. It was indeed a mockery of their pursuit of cultivation materials.

The ghosts also took notice, increasing the security around their convoys by deploying more ghost kings. If anyone harbored ill intentions, they would have to think twice.

A more sinister strategy was employed: luring the prey out of its den. This tactic was devised by the Heavenly Ghost Emperor, who, despite being the latest to ascend in rank among the four emperors, possessed formidable power and cunning, showing signs of becoming a leader among the yin spirits.

His plan was simple: since cultivators coveted these treasures, he would use them as bait, continuously spreading false rumors.

Cultivators attacked several convoys but fell into traps, suffering heavy losses without any gains. This caused significant shockwaves within the ranks of cultivators.

This explained why the man with untamed hair was questioning the accuracy of the information.

However, the Ghost Dao female seemed confident and sure of her assessment.

After a discussion lasting about an hour, the red-robed elder removed his soundproofing shield: "Since that's the case, we'll proceed according to plan."

"Agreed," the other two nodded in agreement. They returned to their respective groups, instructing others to find advantageous positions and conceal their presence while controlling their qi.

The man with untamed hair, however, climbed higher into the sky, rubbing his hands together to produce several array flags.

He intended to set up a禁制 here.

Lin Xuan nodded inwardly; these preparations were meticulous indeed.

"Ha!"

Several beams of light shot from his hands and sank into the ground. A flash of spirit energy followed but soon returned to stillness. The array seemed quite impressive.

After completing everything, he checked his array disk with a satisfied expression before vanishing as a streak of lightning behind a rock formation, carefully concealing himself.

Lin Xuan hid in the shadows, watching every move. He had his own thoughts and plans.

As time passed, the sky grew darker, but no sign of yin spirits appeared. Both the man with untamed hair and the red-robed elder showed signs of impatience.

"Refined Lady Ning, do you think this information might be wrong?"

His tone carried a hint of reverence; it was understandable that Ghost Dao cultivators generally possessed greater abilities than their peers at the same cultivation stage.

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